250: Chapter 250: The Sound of the Flute for the Sleeping One!

The strength of the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain naturally needs no further explanation.

This grey-robed old man is currently the strongest Great Demon on the surface of the Wilderness World.

That Disruptor was also just a single step away from being able to step into the position of a Supreme Deity.

The power of the full-force collision between the two was self-evident!

The five Supreme Deities of the Old Heavenly Court even had connections with the mysterious Dao rules within heaven and earth.

For other deities to try and replace them was simply as difficult as reaching the heavens.

Unless one of them truly died.

This meant not only shattering the opponent's body and divinity entirely but also completely erasing their Dao from the world.

For example, to kill Armor Wearer, all the armor in the world would have to be destroyed.

Similarly, as long as there are still Cultivators in the world practicing the Dao of the sword; as long as the River of Time remains; and as long as the ancient stars beyond the heavens still exist.

The Sword Bearer, the Water God, and the Fire God will never truly die!

As the once most powerful Lord of the Heavenly Court in the Old Heavenly Court, Yang Simu did not know what it would take for him to truly be considered dead.

Perhaps, over these ten thousand years, countless versions of himself had existed in the world.

While Yang Simu was thinking about these things, the rift in the River of Time torn open by the collision between the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain and The Disruptor had already begun pouring out a massive amount of water from the River of Time!

"Crash!"

In that instant, all the Cultivators on Tuoyue Mountain felt something and looked up.

The Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens!

Some of the Yao Race did not understand what was happening; they just stared with wide, shocked eyes, their faces filled with awe.

Many Yao Race members of the Upper Five Realms recognized that it was the water of the River of Time!

But how could the water of the River of Time fall into the mortal world?

Before they could react, the River of Time above them came surging down.

An Immortal Realm Yao Race member tried to step forward to block it, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a carriage.

Its massive body was engulfed by the River of Time in the blink of an eye, and the cultivation it had built up over many years was swept away!

"Ah!"

A shrill scream echoed across the entire Tuoyue Mountain as this Immortal Realm Yao Race member was swallowed alive by the River of Time.

Its golden body, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul were all washed away completely!

Seeing this, two other Immortal Realm Yao Race members stopped in their tracks instantly, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads, not daring to approach any closer.

Generally speaking, only Qi Practitioners of the Ascension Realm or Pure Martial Artists of the divine arrival level who do not need to breathe are qualified to enter the River of Time.

Unless they were like Yang Simu, who not only practiced the peculiar "Wading Water" fist technique but also had a talismanic seal under his feet that could ignore the rules of the River of Time.

Or like Li Liu and Ruan Xiu, whose past lives were Supreme Deities.

Li Liu, needless to say, was originally the deity who controlled the River of Time.

Miss Xiuxiu naturally had her own methods as well.

When Sikong Ruxue came from the Qingming World to the Wilderness World, she must have had other protective treasures.

Otherwise, for a Cultivator below the Immortal Realm, even a Sword Cultivator, entering the River of Time alone would be no different from seeking death!

Within the River of Time, seeing this scene, the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain's eyes nearly split from anger, reaching the peak of his fury.

Tuoyue Mountain was not only a symbol of power in the Wilderness World but also the foundation he had cultivated for ten thousand years.

For this Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain to want to break through the Great Wall of Sword Qi and then directly invade the Haoran World, relying solely on a dozen or so Ascension Realm Wilderness Great Demons was far from enough.

In fact, in the end, the Yao Race below the Immortal Realm might be the main force of the invasion.

The Yao Race members cultivating on Tuoyue Mountain were the elite of the elite in the Wilderness World.

If the water from the River of Time were allowed to fall onto Tuoyue Mountain, the grey-robed old man's ten thousand years of planning would all go up in flames.

The Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain suddenly roared and unleashed a powerful attack, forcing The Disruptor back a step.

Taking advantage of this extremely brief moment, the grey-robed old man flew directly out of the River of Time.

Zhou Mi of the Sea of Literature and the Sword Immortal Liu Cha, the two Throne-level Great Demons behind him, naturally followed him out without hesitation.

Seeing this, Yang Simu thought that this matter should be coming to a close.

Even with the Old Blind Man and Xiao Mo together, they might not necessarily have a chance to kill this ancient deity, The Disruptor, as he was now.

After all, this was the River of Time, not the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

With the Water God Li Liu by his side, even if The Disruptor hated him, surely he wouldn't attack?

However, at that very moment, a ripple suddenly stirred within Yang Simu's heart lake.

He had experienced similar things when he first encountered The Executioner, The Resonator, and that deity from the Department of Thunder - Investigative Division.

And the first time he saw The Disruptor just now was the most intense agitation his heart lake had ever felt.

But at this moment, he was absolutely certain that the voice echoing in his heart lake this time did not belong to any of the four previous deities.

Could it be...

Yang Simu suddenly thought of something, and his pupils dilated slightly.

In his memory, the Wilderness World still hid an ancient deity, who was the true trump card of Tuoyue Mountain!

The Dreamer, who was also one of the twelve high-ranking deities!

Tuoyue Mountain was planning to use this ancient deity specifically against the two Great Sword Immortals, Great Sword Immortal Zuo You and A Liang!

The strength of The Dreamer was evident; she was definitely even more powerful than The Executioner, whose divinity was incomplete.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Yang Simu didn't have time to explain further and shouted out immediately.

The Old Blind Man, Xiao Mo, Ruan Xiu, and Li Liu did not yet understand what was happening.

After all, at this moment, The Disruptor showed no signs of attacking.

The three Throne-level Great Demons of the Wilderness World had also already departed.

The four of them gave Yang Simu a puzzled look, but they still instinctively grew alert.

At that very instant, a long and hypnotic sound of a flute pierced through the barrier between the River of Time and the real world, reaching everyone's ears.

More accurately, it echoed within their heart lakes!

Even The Disruptor, who had just overpowered the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, couldn't help but raise his palms and strike his own head heavily.

The Old Blind Man's brow furrowed slightly, and he soon let out a cold snort. His Qi surged, and ripples spread out from him.

The water of the River of Time beneath the old man's feet also rippled out in all directions.

In an instant, Xiao Mo released all the Sword Qi in his body, enveloping the entire small boat within it.

But even so,

Ruan Xiu and Li Liu also frowned slightly, doing their best to resist this sudden and strange flute sound.

Yang Simu's face turned even paler, and beads of sweat the size of beans broke out on his forehead.

He immediately gripped the railing with both hands, preventing himself from collapsing.

Wang Zhu, after all, was also in the Ascension Realm and wore the Immortal Artifact nine-dragon robe, making her the most relaxed person there.

Even though Yang Simu had completely blocked his ears with Spiritual Qi, the flute sound still echoed in his heart lake.

At this moment, Yang Simu seemed to see himself ten thousand years ago, holding a golden longsword and commanding deities to battle in all directions!

Not just the four worlds, but more battlefields were actually beyond the heavens!

Yang Simu forced himself to keep his eyes open.

Because he could not be sure if he would ever wake up again if he closed his eyes.

Perhaps he would fall into an eternal slumber within the memories of the Old Heavenly Court from ten thousand years ago...